12 March 2012

This Exquisitely Unadorned Practice

I am increasingly awestruck at how unassumingly beautiful Zen practice is, and I don't mean nicely decorated altars or cool robes, pitch-perfect chanting or sparkling teishos. 

I mean the way in which it either pushes or coaxes you (depending on what you need) to the point where you let it all go and then just leaves you there, holding to nothing whatever.  There is no toy surprise at the bottom of the Cracker Jack box.  There is no door prize, no parting gift, no bit of this or that to show for your efforts.  Just...

...exactly what has always been from the very beginning. 

Sheer genius, really.  Utterly incomparable.

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